What amazes me about Greg, Rich, Gary, Doug...they pull in the cabbage for their artwork and have lovely wives, better yet. But they look up to ME, the guy who keeps writing all kinds of craziness, I have no clue why. I am in aw of these guys. Hell, I should owe Greg about thirty thousand dollars on the basis of the photos he has taken of me, though I have a sneaking suspicion he is going to splice several photos into his bootleg DVD of BUKKAKE CLOWNS. Here I am, living in poverty, pretty much having to make a promise to BLOW A PONY to get some stories published, and THESE guys think I'm the cat's pj's? I don't get it, I really don't. My credo is posted, as is my version of photoshop. But I did dabble in some abstract artwork in the early 90s after my father gave me some crime scene templates. To be wacky, the lettering came from my own blood, I can get some pretty good nosebleeds if I try. Gothic Light was a magazine published out of Aurora, out west of Chicago....Wayne
About that nosebleed business, you ee, I never lie...
